“I don’t want to…cheat on her.” But her breath was beginning to come quick and fast, and Sandra knew she was on the verge of giving in.
“I’ll stop.” She didn’t want to, wouldn’t want to, but she had to say it. If she didn’t, it would be little better than r**e, and Danielle would never trust her again. “I’ll stop. If you ask me to.”
For an endless moment, everything hung in the balance. Danielle writhed in an agony of indecision, while Sandra held her breath, her heart pounding.
“I…suppose I should,” she finally said. “I mean,” she continued, with shaky laughter that almost sounded like a sob, “it would be really silly to show up at Jackie’s place with one of these, and not know if it could do the job.”
She looked up at Sandra pleadingly. “And if it doesn’t work, you’ll help me get rid
